Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1619 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.87 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Your sister is not up yet. Our brides must take their morning's rest, The night is troublesome. But not tedious, What odds, he has not my sister's maidenhead tonight. None, its odds against any bridegroom living, he near gets it while he lives. You're merry with my sister, you'll please to allow me the same freedom with your mother. she's at your service. Then she's merry enough of herself, she needs no tickling, knock at the door. We shall interrupt them. No matter they have the year before them, good morrow sister, spare yourself today, the night will come again. whose's there my brother, I am no readier yet, your sister is but now up. You look as you had lost your eyes tonight, I think you ha' not slept. i'faith I did not. You have done better then. We have ventured for a boy, when he is twelve, a shall command against the foes of Rhodes, shall we be merry. You cannot, you want sleep, 'tis true, but she As if she had drunk Lethe, or had made Even with heaven, did fetch so still a sleep, So sweet and sound. What's that? Your sister frets this morning, and doth turn her eyes upon me, as people on the headsman, she does chafe, and kiss and chafe, and clap my cheeks, she's in another world. Then I had lost, I was about to lay, you had not got her maiden head tonight. Ha, does he not mock me, you'd lost indeed I do not bungle. You do deserve her. I laid my lips to hers, and that wild breach That was so rude and rough to me, last night Was sweet as April, i'll be guilty too, If these be the effects. Good day Amintor, for to me the name Of brother is too distant, we are friends, And that is nearer. Dear Melantius, Let me behold thee, is it possible. What sudden gaze is this. 'tis wondrous strange. Why does thine eye desire so strict a view Of that it knows so well? there's nothing here That is not thine. I wonder much Melantius. To see those noble looks that make more think, How virtuous thou art, and on this sudden 'tis strange to me, thou shouldst have worth and honour, Or not be base and false, and treacherous, And every ill. Say, stay my friend, I fear this sound will not become our loves, no more embrace me. Oh mistake me not, I know thee to be full of all those deeds, That we frail men call good, but by the course Of nature thou shouldst be as quickly changed, As are the winds dissembling, as the Sea, That now wears brows as smooth as virgins be, Tempting the Merchant to invade his face. And in an hour call his billows up, And shoot 'em at the Sun, destroying all A carries on him, Oh how near am I To utter my sick thoughts.
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Length
497 words · 646 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.865 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T15 · seed 44: T12 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Your sister is not vp yet. Our brides must take their mornings rest, The night is troublesome. But not tedious, What ods, hee has not my sisters maiden-head to night. None, its ods against any bridegrome liuing, he nere gets it while he liues. Y'are merry with my sister, you'le please to allow me the same freedome with your mother. Shees at your seruice. Then shees merry enough of herselfe, shee needs no tickling, knock at the dore. We shall interrupt them. No matter they haue the yeare before them, good morrow sister, spare your selfe to day, the night will come againe. Whose there my brother, I am no readier yet, your sister is but now vp. You looke as you had lost your eyes to night, I thinke you ha not slept. I faith I did not. You haue done better then. We haue ventured for a boy, when hee is twelue, a shall command against the foes of Rhodes, shall we be merry. You cannot, you want sleepe, Tis true, but she As if she had drunke Lethe, or had made Euen with heauen, did fetch so still a sleepe, So sweet and sound. Whats that? Your sister frets this morning, and doth turne her eyes vpon mee, as people on the headsman, she does chafe, and kisse and chafe, and clap my cheeks, shees in another world. Then I had lost, I was about to lay, you had not got her maiden head to night. Ha, does hee not mocke mee, y'ad lost indeed I doe not bungle. You doe deserue her. I ad my lips to hers, and that wilde breach That was so rude and rough to me, last night Was sweete as Aprill, ile be guilty too, If these be the effects. Good day Amintor, for to me the name Of brother is too distant, we are friends, And that is nearer. Deare Melantius, Let me behold thee, is it possible. What sudden gaze is this. Tis wondrous strange. Why does thine eye desire so strict a view Of that it knowes so well? theres nothing here That is not thine. I wonder much Melantius. To see those noble lookes that make mo thinke, How vertuous thou art, and on this sudden Tis strange to me, thou shouldst haue worth and honour, Or not be base and false, and treacherous, And euery ill. Say, stay my friend, I feare this sound will not become our loues, no more embrace me. Oh mistake me not, I know thee to be full of all those deeds, That we fraile men call good, but by the course Of nature thou shouldst be as quickly chang'd, As are the windes dissembling, as the Sea, That now weares browes as smooth as virgins be, Tempting the Merchant to inuade his face. And in an houre call his billowes vp, And shoot em at the Sun, destroying all A carries on him, Oh how neare am I To vtter my sicke thoughts.